And you ought to ask the Trewhellas, father and
daughter, to dinner: that old fellow is not half a bad sort of fellow,
although he's a clergyman."
"Harry," said his mother, interrupting him, "I'll fill the house if
that will please you; and you shall ask just whomsoever you please."
"All right," said he: "the place wants waking up."
"And then," said the mother, wishing to be still more gracious, "you
might ask Miss Rosewarne to dine with us: she might come well enough,
although Mr. Roscorla is not here."
A sort of gloom fell over the young man's face again: "I can't ask
her--you may if you like."
Mrs. Trelyon stared: "What is the matter, Harry? Have you and she
quarreled? Why, I was going to ask you, if you were down in the
village to-day, to say that I should like to see her."
"And how could I take such a message?" the young man said, rather
warmly, "I don't see why the girl should be ordered up to see you as
if you were conferring a favor on her by joining in this scheme. She's
very hard-worked; you have got plenty of time; you ought to call on
her and study her convenience, instead of making her trot all the way
up here whenever you want to talk to her."
The pale and gentle woman flushed a little, but she was anxious not to
give way to petulance just then: "Well, you are quite right, Harry:
it was thoughtless of me. I should like to go down and see her this
morning; but I have sent Jakes over to the blacksmith's, and I am
afraid of that new lad.
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